Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.